Fishin'. . .
My fishing pal and I tore up some bass this evening. For some reason they all seemed huddled up in one spot feasting on a new crop of floating bugs.
Some worth were catching. . .
And others. . .
Well, sometimes it's just the thrill of the catch and a quiet evening on the pond.
Hey, where you going you little bastard??
Sheesh!
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I need to come help you with those.
Dude, you can come fish anytime you want. The gate is always open.